Twisted Sunshine. Square One.

Back to square one.

After years of restraint, of repressing the pleasure and satisfaction I know I will gain. All of it - a waste of my effort.

I'm unsteady on my feet. My head spins. My stomach full of butterflies.

It's all coming back to me now.

Comments

aajao said…
hmm.. your new year post is a bit... deep. anyway, i wish you a happy new year (kung hei fat choi already), rose.

may we all have a better 2009!
11:08 AM, January 25, 2009
... beachfreak said…
Thanks, aajao. =) It is deep, no? Haha.
7:56 AM, January 26, 2009
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